This Week in Milford

August 29, 2016

That’s Your Memorial?


Wow, six days from concept to completion! It’s a stunning achievement in folk art cabinetry. Is that what it is, some kind of display cabinet? The scale is kind of hard to accurately gauge, but the shelves might accommodate six inch high objects, like softballs or troll dolls. It might have the same inner dimensions as a hollowed out tree.

August 27, 2016

I Don’t Sleep, I Dream


I dream of the day when this slog of a story arc will end. I thought today would be that day. But noOOo…

Didn’t one of the collective TWIM hive mind – either one of the blogging rotation or a commenter – mention that we hadn’t heard boo from either Radley parent since Boo died? Why wait until this late date to reintroduce one of them, and then only via text? Why, Rubin, why?

metapost: On the road for much of the day, may update later as more thoughts hit me. Or not.

August 26, 2016

What The Hell Is Going On Here?

Filed under: baseball, Milford Idiots, What the hell is going on here? — nedryerson @ 2:40 am


What the hell is going on here? Seriously. Somebody explain it to me.

August 25, 2016

Three Days of the Bader


Counting today, I think that’s probably all we have left to see of Barry (unless of course that’s him sauntering into oblivion in P3 in best Kenzie Hanley and Maxwell Bacon fashion). Nothing like the twelve years Del got yesterday. Given the current pacing of this strip. maybe Barry will be a senior by then!

Who’s to say that Barry hasn’t “gotten it”? Certainly not the self-righteous Ken Brown. So the little jerk lashed out at your mom. He didn’t know she was your mom until you told him so, and you’ve carried a grudge against him ever since. Ken’s inability to recognize Barry’s pain and what passes for Barry’s coping mechanisms doesn’t win him any points or make him a sympathetic character.

From the Architectural Details Dept.: Are there staircases immediately to the left and right of Ken and True? Is this the M.C. Escher Wing of Milford High?

Listen, I’m not gonna put any more thought into this strip today. I can’t get sucked into making comparisons between Gil Thorp and other strips; I’m having a hard enough time as it is trying to figure out when my own life turned into a panel of Arlo and Janis. Anyway, here’s a song for Del.


August 24, 2016

Commenter Appreciation Day

Filed under: Boredom in Milford, comic crossovers — timbuys @ 6:53 am

I still got nuthin’ to say about this stuff. If you want true excitement when it comes to teens, alcohol, driving and death, check out Judge Parker



Now that is some exciting, if also nonsensical, stuff!

Meanwhile, in Milford (Central City?) we have the following:


Sorry, folks, but I can’t work with this. I hope you enjoyed two days of the Judge though!

August 23, 2016

Is This Discussion Happening During The Proceedings?

Filed under: general nonsense, What the hell is going on here? — timbuys @ 5:37 am


That is one funky drop panel ceiling in panel two.

August 22, 2016

You Can’t Keep This Up?

Filed under: Just plain sad — nedryerson @ 3:46 am


True can’t keep this up, for heaven’s sake! His teammate is suffering alone. Go console, your teammate, True. Have compassion for everyone you meet.



August 20, 2016

Oh Look, Mother Bader Finally Gets a First Name


This plot has gone on so long that everyone’s back in long sleeves again!  At least it’s more appropriate than showing up to a funeral service in softball uniforms. Of course it’s still a funeral – Del’s – and the baseball Mudlarks aren’t here to offer anyone any moral support so much as they’re here to satisfy their collective morbid curiosity.

Mighty magnanimous of Rubin to bestow a first name on Mother Bader at this late date in the arc.  Has the finally fully named Sandra Bader actually stepped away? She still looks trapped within the courtroom pews to me. Speaking of trapped: stay tuned for a week of courtroom exposition leading up to a Labor Day weekend in which someone (anyone?) learns some kind of lesson.

If we’re stuck with courtroom drama for another week, might as well start it off with a laugh. This skit is still memorable for me, if only for the moment when the late Jan Hooks states her occupation.

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